Chapter: 521

Gritting his teeth under the bone pile, he exhaled as he took some mostly superficial damage from the weight of the crushing bones above.

One skeleton was still left on top after the heavy smash, so there was still a slight buffer for any damage from the hammer.

He survived the first hit but another would follow.

Jay immediately resummoned the skeletons as he braced for another hit.

“PROSTRATE!”

Finally, Anya was here.

*Doon!~*

The heavy statue immediately knelt down, bowing to the authority of a higher power.

Jay and his skeletons had prior permission to move under her unique skill, so he immediately stored the bone pile.

Much of his leg had re-grown, it was just missing a foot now.

“Jay, I can’t hold it for long. It has strong loyalty!” Anya yelled from somewhere behind the statue.

Jay didn’t understand what she meant about loyalty, but he didn’t need to – he only had to know that he didn’t have much time.

He had to move as far away from the statue as possible to buy himself some time to heal.

After looking at his skeletons around him, a slight grin appeared on his face as he thought of something; his new orders communicated immediately through his mind.

Each of the skeletons grabbed one of his limbs and lifted him up. The feeble creature went underneath and pushed up on his back.

Jay was basically crowd surfing on his skeletons which proceeded to carry him past the blacksmith.

A smug grin flashed at the blacksmith statue as he was quickly carried away. At this moment he felt like Matheson, mocking him through his carriage window.

“Eat shit! *ptoi!*” he said with a hint of malice as he spat. The spit coated the statue’s face as he passed by.

It made a satisfying wet slap sound as it splattered onto the blacksmith’s stone face.

For just a moment the blacksmith’s body shuddered, but it was still held in place by Anya’s unique ability.

Jay had the skeletons carry him behind the blacksmith all the way back into the forge room.

The five skeletons worked together seamlessly, it was like they were part of a perfectly choreographed performance as they carried Jay. He was only moving slightly slower than what he could run at.

It was uncomfortable, but right now he would gladly trade comfort for speed and safety.

Anya was reloading her crossbow as she watched him being carried. Seeing his face having a cheeky grin on it, she could only shake her head and roll her eyes and follow him back.

Jay had his skeleton put him down back of the blacksmith room near the forge; he kept the feeble skeleton with him for support, leaning on its head with one arm as he sent off the rest of the skeletons to fight.